I was looking around a music isntrument store, seeking out a pair of drumsticks for a friend for christmas. I found a good pair, and I went to the front counter to pay for them. I whipped out my interac card and passed it to the clerk. He looked at my name and told me that my uncle was a great drummer. I asked him who he was talking about, and he told me about Bill Kruetzmann from the Grateful Dead. I told him that I'd never heard of him before!
he looked insulted and promptly shut up.
Anyhow, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it...
I was allowed back into the Place to Be Nation last night, where I was the special guest on the MAIN EVENT - their biweekly panel - talking RAW and generally engaging in a game of "Hey, remember stuff?" I BELIEVE I held my own. http: